User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2246928-20140724190409/@comment-2246928-20140801030224

''Riggtooth opens his mouth, but it runs dry and he justs chokes on his own words. As his crewmates watched on in fascination, the stoat sinks to his knees, the scythe sliding uselessly from his paw. 'Weasel droppings' he thought, as he dropped down onto his paws, his mind clouding over as all he begin thinking of was taking one last sip of that wine... 'I'm going to die.' Grayclaw breaks the silence, lowering down to give the fat stoat a shake'' "Rigg?" ''He was still breathing, but barely. With amazing effort, the stoat strains to raise a paw, pointing ot the slit in the tree, still dripping gently, teasingly, with rich wine. Grayclaw followed his paw, and frowned.'' "Th' tree?"